He sat there in the airport lobby, his flight was due in 2 hours. He was really worried. An elderly man approached the lounge and sat next to him. The elderly man asked, “First time eh?” He turned to look at him. The elderly man seemed so familiar. That man was impeccably dressed. He replied, “Yeah…” Elderly man with a grin, “You got nothing to worry about. Less than one percent of the flights get hijacked or crashed. Just pray you are boarding one of 99 percent”.
He, “That’s not it. Its my girl. She’s not okay with this. I got a great job. Its always been my dream to work there. She doesn’t want me to go…” The elderly man flipping through the magazine, “I know…” He continued, “She thinks I’ll forget her. I wont came back or something” The elderly man said, “You know, she might be right.” He was little annoyed by that, “What the? You don’t know me.” The elderly man tossed the magazine onto the table, his behaviour was same as some one he knew, couldn’t call up who it was. Elderly man looked him in the eye, “ Distance makes heart go fonder… That’s bull crap. You are a smart kid. You ll get want you want. Sooner or later you gonna be obsessed with power and money. Everytime you think about her, its going to be hard. The more you miss her, the more you will try not to think about her. It doesn’t end good”
He said, “This is not any job, it’s THE job, I cant just throw it away.” Elderly man interuppted, “Listen to me, Kid. You can have all the things you ever wanted, it all becomes meaningless when you don’t have that one special person to share it with.” He said, “O-kay. I leave now. Make money- make name for myself. I come back to her, wont I get a second chance?” Elderly man patted him on the shoulders, “Trust me kid, this is your second chance. You can go catch your flight or run to her. Its up to you.”
And there was a moment of silence.
He broke the ice, “Hey we been talking for a while now, I dint get your name yet” Elderly man stood up and muttered “Amit bose”
He was too dumbfounded to even react. Nothing he could do but watch the elderly man fade away in the crowd. He picked up his bag, ran out and got a cab.
30 mins later…
He knocked on the door.
Her Dad opened the door, “Hello’
He breathing down, “Pooja?”
Her Dad, “And you are?”
He, “Amit… Amit Bose…”
Suresh Kumar said,
June 24, 2009 at 9:52 am
Speaking with one’s own self… nice romantic piece.. BTW…. i just learn that some scenes of MY SASSY GIRL was used in a tamil movie SMS….
Remembered a joke which is just opposite to what you have written but still like to share, “BUS aur LADKI ke liye rona nahi chahiye… ek MISS huya tho… doosra zaroor aayega…”
nirmalanand said,
June 25, 2009 at 11:42 am
I know [sigh]… There’s another small budget movie which copied the subway scene, where they hit each other on wat leg people cross the red line… These people give bad name to tamil movies…
Rajalakshmi Umapathy said,
June 24, 2009 at 1:43 pm
Nalla appa.. I would love to have a guy like that.. leaving THAT job for his girl… Loved it.. You simply amaze me Anand!!!
nirmalanand said,
June 25, 2009 at 11:44 am
U will find him soon or may be he’ll find you…
vin said,
June 26, 2009 at 7:45 am
aree!!
why cant he take her there after some time…he can make money as well as have her
where all r u blogging yaar? looks like the blogspot one is still active
Garima said,
June 30, 2009 at 8:33 pm
Distance makes heart go fonder… That’s bull crap. You are a smart kid. You ll get want you want. Sooner or later you gonna be obsessed with power and money. Everytime you think about her, its going to be hard. The more you miss her, the more you will try not to think about her. It doesn’t end good”
I liked these lines.
btw: who is Amit Bose?? :O :O :O
The elderly man or the boy???
If elderly man is Amit Bose, then what was he doing at pooja’s place. :O
I’m little confused here.
chantel graham said,
July 1, 2009 at 11:46 am
Love it!!
Your layout looks great here! I like it!
sakhi said,
July 17, 2009 at 5:02 am
I too think its bullshit when people say “distance make heart grow fonder”; if the distance is too much or for long… its more like “out of sight out of mind”
Nice writing up there
Garima said,
November 4, 2009 at 6:06 am
Hey buddy,
What’s been up?
I hope all is well.